Oops. I forgot to write something on this blog to make an official announcement yesterday. Maybe I didn’t do it because my last blog post sort of said so, but it’s done! I’m finished! The book I’ve been trying to write all this time is complete. Continue reading “Oops, Finito!”
What in the world is happening with this goddamned book?
I don’t know how many times I’ve said it. Maybe too many now. But this is the weekend I will finally get some sleep — I mean, I certainly hope I won’t have trouble sleeping. That would suck!
Still going. Still writing. Can’t stop. Oy. I’ve been on that writer’s site and it’s doing wonders for my writings skills, I can’t even express how much.
So. I’ve just come off of the last (last? Yeah right!) rewrite of Shrapnel and delivered it to my copy editor yesterday afternoon. It is out of my hands. Again!
Late Friday afternoon, I finished my book, Shrapnel in the San Fernando Valley. I could say it was nearly a lifetime of work, but I certainly did not work on it full time. However, I will tell you when and how it all began, because I just did a search on how far back the files went and surprised myself.
You’re not going to believe it, and I can hardly believe it, but guess what will be done by Friday? I mean it this time. I don’t mean another step will be done in the process of being done. I mean done and submitted to publishers done. I mean, as soon as I get a Query Letter, that is. Right now I’m 88% there.
Well, it’s been a little while, hasn’t it? I’ve been thinking about writing in this blog for a while now and have been feeling hesitant/resistant/overly introspective and fearful to share, though, my intention is to continue to go on.
I know I may have mentioned how unnerving it’s been to write my memoir. It’s scary really. It’s scary to think about publishing it too. But I always knew that I wanted to write it. I did purposely wait until my parents passed away – not that this mattered in the scheme of things. Neither one of them would have bothered to read it. And now that they are gone and I have written it, I do not feel any less guilty about all that.